7.12 – ❤ Venting Steam III

7.12 – ❤ Venting Steam III

"What I have planned," Jordan echoed. "Obviously, the first step is getting this poor girl naked. So, up you go," she ordered Natalie. "In front of the bed." She pointed.

Natalie stood as ordered. As she shuffled off the bed and walked over to the front, Jordan pulled Malice along to cuddle up where Natalie had been sitting a second prior, against the headboard. She leaned against Malice's shoulder, wrapping a hand around her waist—pressing her naked curves against the other girl in a way that obviously flustered Malice. Not that flustering Malice was hard to accomplish, but still, the wolfgirl was obviously enjoying the attention Jordan was giving her.

"Look at that poor thing," Jordan mused to Malice, eyes on Natalie's tented skirt. "All twitching and begging for relief. It'd be kind of mean to drag this out even more ... but then again, I'm not feeling especially nice, tonight. Are you?"

"I wouldn't mind seeing how much we could make the Pack-Leader beg," Malice murmured. "She's done that to me enough, after all. Retribution is always satisfying."

Jordan gave her an amused look. "Wise words."

It was a tragic exchange for Natalie to hear, but if she'd survived for this long, she could last a little longer. Her saving grace was that she doubted Jordan and Malice would be able to keep their hands off of her forever, regardless of wanting 'retribution.'

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Jordan asked. "Strip."

Her stomach squirmed at the authoritative tone Jordan used, but she wouldn't say she was quite as flustered as, say, with Robin—or even Ana in that one event down in the dungeon. Jordan was more than capable of melting Natalie into a puddle, but she wouldn't say she was genuinely intimidated. Maybe because she'd reduced her best friend to a quivering mess one too many times, and likewise with Malice.

So, while her cheeks burned red at playing the obedient toy, she had plenty of confidence remaining. She began to strip, but not as a flustered mess who couldn't meet Jordan's eyes; she made a show of it. As she pulled off her shirt and undid her skirt, she didn't rush, doing her best to tease Jordan and Malice in return.

The skin of her stomach came into view first, before her top and bra fell off, baring her breasts. Her skirt fell next, leaving a straining cock inside too-small panties, the throbbing member clearly visible in the fabric. Natalie took her time pulling those down too, her cock springing out in full glory. A small, shivering breath escaped her lips as it did so, her aching member having been trapped for far too long. It enjoyed, perhaps too much, having two pairs of eyes locked on her. After all that teasing, even something as simple as being looked at felt inordinately satisfying—sending a thrill through her core that settled in her cock, throbbing pleasantly.

"Poor thing," Jordan repeated, a bit breathlessly now. Losing some of its self-assuredness when faced with a very naked, very hard Natalie. "Bet you'd really like to get some relief, huh?"

Natalie raised an eyebrow.

Either way, it was a win in Natalie's book.

She crawled up onto the bed, grabbing two soft thighs as she lowered herself between them. Malice let out a little breath at the first contact of tongue, even despite the light attention.

"There you go," Jordan murmured, though whether she was talking to Natalie or Malice, she didn't know. She had settled behind Malice, laying the wolfgirl's head in her lap, hands playing with long black hair as she looked down to see Natalie's head between Malice's legs.

"Don't tease," Malice said as Natalie ran her tongue around the outside, purposefully not giving her anything too satisfying. "That's an order." She glanced over her shoulder at Jordan. "I can give those, right?"

Natalie's eyes flicked up to meet Jordan's, who smirked—at probably both of them. It was obvious who was the real one in control, here. Well, the real-fake one in control, Natalie guessed.

"Of course," Jordan told Malice.

So, given a command, Natalie obliged, shifting her attention to Malice's clit—forgoing her usual teasing. The wolfgirl groaned as she did, and one of her hands eased down to grip Natalie's hair, fingers tangling and pressing her face down with a firm pressure. That was perfectly fine by Natalie, who obeyed by lapping away at Malice more intently. Malice's thighs flexed against the side of her head, and her hips shifted as she writhed under the attention, tail flicking back and forth. Natalie spared a glance up, again, at Jordan, whose breath had grown shallower as Natalie worked. Both her hands were occupied with Malice's chest, rolling her breasts around and gently teasing the wolfgirl's nipples.

"Does she taste good?" Jordan asked huskily.

Natalie pulled up to answer, but Malice pulled her back down with an impatient growl.

"More," the wolfgirl demanded. "No talking."

Natalie couldn't quite stop the half-laugh that escaped her. Seriously—so needy. She obeyed, though admittedly how badly Malice wanted the satisfaction really made her want to tease. She would have, in another circumstance, but alas, she was the toy today, and had been given an order.

So she got to work.